Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.